Remembrance.

Today was a rather gloomy day. It was tough getting out of bed, but that could have been because of my aching head. It seems that there's always tragic news around my birthday. Last year it was Bob, this year it's Kinsey. With Bob, I can almost understand why he might have done what he did, but with Kinsey it's such a shock. A person who was so in love with life, and loved everyone around her, and now she's gone. So suddenly taken from the people that loved her the most.

My mom talked to Kenny, Kinsey's dad the other night. He didn't have the spring in his voice anymore, and the apathy so apparent as he spoke. Kenny is the nicest person you could ever meet. So willing to help others, and just so eager to make you feel welcome in his presence. It just doesn't seem fair that this is happening to him or his wife Tami. He did say that whatever they tried to do to help save her seemed to make things worse for her. She was retaining water, and she was swollen and suffered because of it. I hate that they had to see her suffer so, and I hate it even more that she had to go through that amount of pain. I hope that more than anything she is at peace now.

Yesterday was my Great Aunt Ruth's birthday! She was 92!!!! How amazing is that? I always love to hear the amazing stories that come along with those wonderful 92 years she's graced the world with her presence. I used to be afraid of her when I was little. She never had any children of her own, so when she was around she would make us wild children behave. She expected us to behave like little adults. Every Christmas I could expect to get a box full of underwear and socks, and every year I would groan with embarrassment as I opened the gift. Ha, how times have changed! Ruth didn't marry until she was in her late fifties. Which at the time, was almost unheard of. She lived on her own, at a time when woman were supposed to be attached to a man. She worked and made her own money. Such an independent and great lady. My aunt kicks ass, and she'd tell you that too...

Today has gone by rather fast. And I hate that I had to type this up twice. Fucking computers.

Sweet Jesus it's a bug!

I am such a baby. I don't do bugs. Of any shape or size. If they have creepy crawling little legs and a crunchy outer shell, you can bet I'm screaming and squealing right of the room.

So yes, at 3:19 this morning, just when I'm getting ready to crawl into bed, my eyes are failing me, I look over at a stack of rustling papers only to see this nasty ass big ole bug crawling all over the place. I froze. Screamed and woke up my poor brother to kill it, cause I'm not even coming close to that thing. Poor Ryan has to be up at 7:30 and I'm being a big baby. He puts up with a lot when it comes to me. I'd die without him.

That is all.

Mmmmk....

I'm bored, and sitting here downloading music... Judy Garland makes me squee. And now I want to buy the Wizard of Oz on DVD. I haven't seen it in ages. I'm dying to see it, for like the 1,235,648,798,798th time. My aunt's afraid of the flying monkeys, and I like to see her squirm when that evil monkey music starts to play. By the way, ever read Wicked? If you haven't, you really should.

I am so tired. I just love days off.

The other night the mother and I went out for dinner and ended up at Sweetwater. We ran into one of her friends, Keith Ann. Keith Ann, I know right? So I'm having this debate in my head all night, on how she got this ridiculous name. When we finally leave, I'm like "How the fuck did she get named Keith Ann of all names?" My mom laughs, she's very tipsy at this point, and is like she's named after her father silly. And then starts to laugh and is like, I could have named you Walt Anne. In case you aren't putting two and two together, my dad's name is Walter. So yeah, I could be a Walt Anne. Thank God for small miracles. It's such a horrible name. So horrible, you're inclined to ask someone where they got it. But I do like my dad's name. Walter. How many do you know? He knows he's in trouble too, when I'm like...."Ohhhhh Walter..." Walter. He He. I like it. So if you were named after your dad...what would your name be?

Speaking of my dad. He finally caved and bought a cell phone. He's rather funny with it. He doesn't even know how to program numbers into it. Walter can be rather amusing sometimes. Especially when it comes to technology. I miss him. He's become tolerable lately.

I just deleted almost 2,000 J+M clips. I feel so liberated. HA. I can't believe I kept them for so long. Anyway....

buh bye.

(found this icon, and had to share...)

Hazardous

I'm tired and sad. And well wanting to download music, but can't make up my mind on what I want to download.

I had this bad dream. I was buying a magazine in Brentwood. And by God, I was buying a Country Homes magazine. What the fuck? Could it have at least been a FHM? Where's Lorna when we need her? Okay, so it wasn't so bad. More like humorous. Okay, enough of that.

My birthday is in 16 days. Money is always a good present. :) Nah, I need nothing. Just your love.

How I heart Mountain Dew. I shall be up now until the end of time. Damn the addictions of the dew, and that Bettie Page...

(Did I totally just confuse anyone...cause I think I confused myself.)

With much sadness...

I take life for granted. It's really just that simple. I hate that I do it. But I just can't make myself think about losing anyone I care about. I can't imagine spending my life wondering when I'm going to have someone ripped from it. It's just not how I like to deal with things. I live for the moment. If that's it, than that's it. I had a fun time, and well I wouldn't change anything.

My dad called me tonight. With horrific news. My third cousin, Kinsey has passed away. I wasn't close to Kinsey, but she was definitely a part of my childhood. We spent countless summers together when I was growing up, and still took vacations to Virginia every year. We were always getting ourselves into trouble, with cute little Kinsey leading the way.

In the past year, Kinsey had married and became pregnant. She was exposed to a viral infection, that lead to liver failure. There was nothing they could do for her in Bristol, so they flew her to Nashville, TN. Yesterday, she lost her baby. This afternoon her life. I can't imagine what her immediate family must be going through. May she and her baby be at peace.

Life can be too much sometimes.

Cooking is bad for your health.

No...REALLY.

I hate to cook. But every once in awhile I'll get it in my head that I'll cook dinner, and be all excited about it. Today was that day. I went grocery shopping last night, and got all excited and decided to make dinner. Why must I torture myself? Have I not learned? But I do make a mean bowl of spaghetti and cheese stuffed ravioli. Sheesh, it's 5:29 and I'm all ready for bed. Look what this cooking does for me.

I really want to go on a trip. And well, stay away for how about, forever. Get away. Start anew, and maybe come back when you're unrecognizable, that way you don't feel so bad when you leave again. Okay, so maybe not for forever. But pretty close. I just think it would be rather interesting, if you could just go and meet new people, and be the new person in town. I know it may sound crazy, and I don't think you should necessarily change who you are as a person, but wouldn't it be nice to be the mystery friend. "So and So's from Texas but we don't know much more than that. She's great though." Don't be fake, just bring out part of your personality that's never been seen before. Something that's been dying to make an appearance but you haven't had the balls to do it. I'm just thinking that's all...don't mind me.

A Bristol friend texted me today, I have this hunch someone is knocked up. Well aren't all texts that end with, "Give me a call", result in hearing some juicy gossip. We never really do leave high school do we?

Later.

I'll say it in a pic.

Kisses make it better.

Life's just peachy, then you get this nasty cold sore. A tiny little place on my bottom lip, hidden by peeping eyes, but holy hell it hurts. My whole mouth throbs with pain. Even cereal is a pain in the ass to eat. Even though my mouth hurt like hell, I must say those new fruity cheerios that I had for dinner were mighty tasty. But anyway, pain and my lips just don't go together, unless well, I'm not going there.

I worked a half a day today at work. Fun stuff. Fun only because I didn't really have to do anything. And hell, who doesn't love working half days? Oh but I have a funny. Okay, while in shopping carts you aren't supposed to allow your small child to stand while it's in movement. One of our employees, is like "Mam, you need to have your child seated." Her response...(she seriously needs some parenting advice after this)...is, well it's not posted anywhere. Wow, so you really want to take the chance of your small child falling out, and busting his or her head all over our floor? So then you can in return sue us, for not posting a sign, because well your a dumb ass. Okay. Just sit your child down. Not a big deal. You just don't like people calling you out on your bad parenting.

I've seen children fall from carts. Plenty of them. It's not pretty. Considering the child screams, and goes on like someone just tried to murder them. Maybe next time, you'll sit firmly on your ass, or how about walking? Is that too hard for their little young legs? It's not you're hiking through the Rockies. If you have good parenting skills, they'll stay by your side.

Enough of that...

Not to long ago, I talked to my partner in crime Akerra. How I miss her. I don't get to talk to her that often. We've both grown and changed. But the one thing that hasn't changed and that is most important, is our love for each other. I may not see her like I used to, and our phone calls are very scarce, but I love her, and that will never change. She's having an affair, getting an annulment, and the happiest she's been in such a long time. I'm happy for her. Her voice always reminds me of home. Where ever that shall be. High School was bearable because of her, who else would I have skipped with? Ah, now if I can only convince her Texas is for her...

Speaking of Texas. We suck, cause it's hot. I really should be used to this by now...

I heart The Superficial...that is all.

Vicodin is for pain...

Not Soccer moms, who are a bit on the crazy side.

Yesterday was weird. It's like someone slipped something in my water. I was just off, but seriously everything was cool until the end of my shift...

I had this woman, who I refuse to dignify with a name, literally go crazy on me and my manager. Like soccer mom on vicodin crazy. Apparently her husband is one of our managers and well she was going to get him to "bitch us out" today. Not the case. He apologized to us for his bitch of a wife. His words. Not mine. She was throwing out names like she had some sort of power over all of us. Seriously, you're in charge of the mini van, if that. Leave me the fuck alone, mmmmk? Go back to the van, snort a few lines, and fill sorry for your pitiful self. Take the icecream you just bought, and shove it up your ass, because you have royally pissed me off. Oh but I heart Clifton. I have to honorably mention his stoic nature of, "I could give a rat's ass..."

And then if was off to Rowan and Jami's for a night full of laughs.

So that brings me to today. I have this horrid headache that loves to annoy me, and just won't go away. (It's what happens when you get a lack of sleep.) Nothing really interesting happened. No crazy ladies on vicodin. I don't like that much. So yeah, it was an alright day.

Off to eat my chicken pot pie. It better be tasty.

Exciting nights, make for no update.

So after a night at Rowan and Jami's, I just don't feel like writing anything. Deal with it. I'll have stories tomorrow!

The good old rumor mill...

Britney Spears is like the trailer to my trash.

I can't help myself when it comes to that smutty garbage the magazines print week to week. My guilty pleasures, the Defamer and The Superficial, aren't really helping my habit either. I just can't help myself. Smut amuses me. And I thought everyone wanted to know who was sleeping with who...

Just another day in my universe. Nothing exciting happened. Well, I guess if you count me getting out of bed, then there. Okay, so I'm out.

Good times.

-smile-

Work wasn't so bad today. Actually, I can't complain. Deep down I know there's something that's dying to escape, so that I can complain. But I'm pretty mellow at the moment, so it will stay, hidden until some crazy psycho forces it out of me. On a positive note. I was invited to a 6 year old's birthday party. Hannah, who was just adorable in her attempts to help me today. She even asked politely. I just wanted to grab her cheeks, and squeeze the little ball of cuteness. And when the cuteness had to leave, she gave me a hug. How cute is that? Why can't all children be as adorable? Now if I were promised a little Hannah. I might think about children. But then I look at the other screaming children and I cringe. I've been too hard on my mother, to expect an angel baby.

So, I think it's absolutely funny that the celebrities appearing at this Health Expo thing in Dallas at the end of the month are Bryan Dattilo from Days of our Lives, and Naomi Judd...must I remind you where she gets her celebrity status. Lucas from DOOL, and Naomi Judd. I'm still laughing. I have no real desire to meet either. But I could meet a Judd...oh what am I thinking? The Dallas Convention Center is such a pain in the ass.

Dinner with the fambam is always interesting. The waiter sucked, and was not tipped. It takes a lot to piss me off, but when it takes 30 minutes for the asshole to take your drink order, chances are you aren't getting any extra cash out of this pocket.

Okay so there. My one complaint. But yet, I'm still rather pleased with the day. And with that, I'm going to check and see who just came through the door. If it's a crazy burglar. I shall see you in the afterlife....I hope. Peace out.

Say what?

It's Thursday. BOO! Which means, tomorrow morning I have to get my lazy ass out of bed, and get to work. I've enjoyed my three day vacation of sorts. Being lazy, napping, shopping, catching up on tivo. Having an amazing dream today. And guess what? Sex was almost involved. Damn my phone for waking me up. And puppies! Gotta love puppies and screaming blondes on ladders. Okay, and tummy rubs.

I have a bug bite on my toe, and it hurts. It's nasty and gross, and my mother says you can't see it, but I can, and it makes me cringe. Cause I know it's there, and now I'm all subconscious about it. I guess I shouldn't run around barefoot...or maybe wear something besides sandals.

So the Defamer is like my guilty pleasure. And yes, I read it. So tell me who in the hell decided it would be cool to make John Mark Carr a myspace? That's just wrong!!!! Guilty or not, that man is creepy as fuck. And I hope the Ramsey's finally get some sort of justice when all is said and done. That little girl deserves to have her killer behind bars. Whoever it may be.

Haley Joel Osment was arrested? What is this world coming to? What's next Dakota Fanning arrested for prostitution? Oh, I'm out.

I heart laziness.

So I've had some complaints on the set up of my blog. For some reason my chatbox decided it liked to be at the bottom of the page, and well being the internet savy person I am, I couldn't fix it. So I got frustrated, and decided, I wanted a new look. And here ya go. I kind of like the dark blue. And if you don't like it. Tough titty.

I woke up before my alarm today. That's always a good sign of a good day. I really hate to be forced to get up, cause well, the snooze button and I go to war. And who likes a war anyway? Not mentioning names here. And it doesn't make for a good day. And OMG. Abby scared me this morning. She wasn't in the bed. I jumped up in a panic, and searched the house. No Abby. Went back to my room, and she was sitting under the window in the sunlight, wagging her tail. I could finally breathe.

I just took a shower. Hmmm, the things I want to do today. And I'm hungry, I skipped breakfast and lunch. I take that back. I had strawberry yogurt goodness, while I was watching the crappiness that is Days of Our Lives. And I'm all about some Panera bread right now. Oh that sounds just tasty at the moment. I haven't had that in months. I said goodbye to that, when I quit my job. The things I want to do today. I'm lazy, so who knows what will happen with the rest of this day. I need to get dressed and out of this towel. That's next on the list. And then feed myself.

Okay, I'm going to try to make this day productive.

I'm random.

It's just that simple.

My hair is long again. I want to get it cut, but I don't have the guts to cut off all this length. I want to, and I will. But I'm enjoying the hair, while I have it. I'll definitely donate my hair again to locks of love. I wonder who got my hair last time? I hope they liked it and it kept their head warm. I even went out and bought a new hair straightener, that I'm in love with. In five minutes, I look refreshed, and you can't even tell I just woke up. It's amazing. And it's red. Can't be having frizzy hair, now can I?

I've fallen in love. With these Dannon Strawberry Banana smoothie things. OMG, orgasm. So amazingly good. And good for you. After all it's yogurt, and I'm obsessed with that already. Oh, I can't really explain the goodness in it's fullity. Just try them!

And for the record. Some pictures should come with a warning. I shouldn't be surprised like I was today. OMG. It was just too much. The laughter that ensued after the viewing was well worth it. I needed that. So I thank you. Baha.

My birthday is in less than a month. I have nothing exciting planned, yet. I'll get back to you all with that. Last year my birthday sucked for obvious reasons. I hope to make it better, and make up for last year. So yeah. Be off. September 14!

I enjoyed sleeping in today. Not having to set the alarm. Watching my soap live. And watching as John Black hit on some chick, in the corniest way ever. But oh well. If that were me, I'd be the puddy in his hands. Seriously, who ever's writing that shit, needs to be fired. Oh wait, he was. Ha Ha. Everyone should watch Days. Hello James Scott. Major new hottie on the show. And he's a brit. Hottie with an accent. Swoon.

I think I'll go out and shop tomorrow. Anyone else off tomorrow?

ick.

i feel like poo.

Mornings kick my ass.

I'm kind of on this updating my blog roll, so I'll keep that going. But, I've seriously began to loathe Sundays. Scratch that. It's not that I hate the day, it's that I hate the people that make this day so crappy for me. I don't see how people can bitch about so much, and useless shit at that. Smile, and have a good day.

I was so tired today. So tired that I just didn't care. It was one of those days where you're going through the motions, but you're off somewhere else. I swear, today was one delayed reaction. And I really shouldn't be held responsible for the things, I did or did not say. And the headache I woke up with, still remains. I swear I'm just a walking cynic.

Tomorrow is gonna be a good day. I'll make sure of it. But the odds are against me. One, it's a Monday. And two it's the last day before I have my three day mini vacation. So yeah, I'm probably gonna loathe tomorrow too. But it's okay. Because when it's all over. I have the mini vacation to look forward to.

So football season is here. Joy. I enjoy this in doses. I seriously have to be in the mood to watch. And well, maybe I'll watch more than 2 games this season. Bill Parcells' mood swings make it worth the watch.

Randomly. I'm listening to Gavin Degraw's "Just Friends". Randomly I remember LA. Hmmmmmm. But seriously, I can so listen to this song all day. ("I forgive you for what you've done...") Anyway...

I think it's bedtime.

Just another day...

Today was such an off day. Try standing on your feet for nine hours and being on your period at that, and then explaining this to the male species. Yeah, didn't exactly go for a smooth day. Men don't realize how easy they have it, when it comes to the human body. I'm convinced that if men had a period once a month, they'd compare the size of their tampons. You know it, and you can so picture it.

Today we went out for one of the aunts birthday. I enjoyed my WELL DONE steak. I don't trust anyone when it comes to meat. Gosh it's been so long since I've had red meat. I almost felt bad for breaking the streak. But it was good. Anyway, after we came home, my grandmother slipped me a card. I'm thinking, this is weird. So not my birthday. She wanted to make a point and thank me for going out to visit Bob's grave site, and in the process made me cry.

I'll share with you:

Dear Suzy,

Thank you for remembering Bob's birthday and taking flowers to his grave. He always loved you from the time you were born.

I know he would be pleased. He never had any grandchildren of his own, but he felt like you, Ryan, and Cache were his.

I think it was sweet of you and I appreciate you and I know it would make him happy.

I love you.
Nanny.

Bob, was and is my grandfather. Nothing can change the fact that he was a constant in my life. Blood means nothing.

So back to that off day. Why must people be stupid? Use your brains!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Etlin. I heart ya. Jameezie Bezy. My "sister"...when exactly were we separated?

I'm out. (Lovin' the icon thing I found.)

Celebrate Life: Happy Birthday Bob!

Interesting day. I bought flowers today. Roses to be exact. They were so pretty. But I haven't seen an ugly flower yet. I did get tired of having to explain why I was buying the roses. Can't a girl buy flowers? The reason I was buying them, was because it was my grandfather's birthday. He would have been 76.

So I buy my flowers, and head to the cemetery. Oh was it hot. But that's beside the point. It was actually a serene moment between the two of us. I talked out loud for probably 20 minutes, telling him how much I missed him, and that I understood his decision to do what he did, but that wasn't going to stop the pain that he had caused leaving us the way that he did. I laughed, I cried, and then left. Most people don't like cemeteries, and well normally I don't. But today, was right. I needed to be there. And I feel like some weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It doesn't stop the hurt, but it helps. More than I thought it would. I plan on visiting more often. But not when it's so damn hot.

Mom called in the middle of my visit, because I had accidentally called her before. She's like where are you? And when I said, Roselawn, she's like, by yourself? Well yeah. It's Bob's birthday. I think I surprised her. I guess it's not everyday you stop by the cemetery. I do think it would be the perfect place to free write. I haven't done that in forever. Free write that is.

So I end this post, wishing Bob a happy birthday. I miss you, and hope you're happy, wherever you shall be.

Robert Dale Dixon.
August 11, 1930-September 9, 2005
Happy Birthday!!!!

Let's talk about...

SEX.

I'm sorry, did that offend you? Sex in any shape or form has never bothered me, in fact I've always been intrigued with it. The sweating, the gasps for air, the screaming, the moaning, the thrusts, the whatever I left out...to me it's just part of life and love. Why should we be ashamed to talk about such a wonderful and beautiful thing? I don't understand how people can get so offended by a movie or television show that contains sexual acts or innuendo. The more skin, the merrier I say. It's not like you haven't had some sexual experience. Hell, you have to learn about it sometime or another. The way some people handle a conversation about sex, you would think they were a wanted criminal on the run from the law. It's just sex, you can stop blushing now. You say the word orgasm and it's like you threatened someone's mother.

I have to laugh when I see an embarrassed individual buy condoms. Why are you embarrassed? You're sexually active and you don't want to bring an illegitimate child into the world? You don't want a pesky 2 year old disturbing you while in the throws of passion at two in the morning? You're being health conscious about your body and for others? That's something to be embarrassed about? I think not. Buy your condoms and get laid. We're not passing judgment, you're being responsible, and yes we envy you.

Back when I was in school, I had a friend who had this teacher who assigned this paper. She gave them a list of a wide variety of topics they could choose to write about. One being, write about your first sexual experience. Most of the class, was outraged and couldn't believe she would even list such a topic. I was dying inside. Why hadn't I signed up for this class? I bet most were mortified with the thought of having to talk about masturbation. Because let's face it, that's usually a person's first sexual act. We all get curious.

When I watch TV, or go see a movie, or sometimes reading, I'll admit it. I enjoy the sex. The more they can give me, the better. None of this slobbery wet kisses and then pan to the afterglow. Show me damnit. Show me the sweating and the gasps for air. I wanna hear the screaming and the moans. Show me thrusts and whatever I left out. I have an imagination, don't make me use it.

I guess it irks me, when I hear people say they need to tone down the sex on shows and whatnots. I guess it simply comes down to some people being prudes. That's the only way I can rationalize it in my thoughts. Or they're just so close-minded, that they can't let people like me enjoy themselves.

People are having sex right now. Get over it. Now I'm all hot and bothered.

i tried.

but didn't make it. Sleep well.

Peeved, or should I say PMSing....

Because I'm friends with some cool ass kids, I'm getting clips of tomorrow's show of Days of Our Lives. And because they are even cooler than your friends, they're only of John and Marlena. But what normally takes me all of maybe 60 seconds to download, for some reason is being the biggest pain in the ass. So far it's taken me almost 2 hours to download 70 percent of the clip. Scratch that, my math sucks. That would be 2 hours and 18 minutes. As of now. And well it better be worth it, because I've waited 2 months for this couple to return to my favorite soap. And I might just hurt something or someone if this clip doesn't work after all this time I've waited.........

Argh. All I want to do is watch this clip. Is that too much too ask? I guess so.

*SQUEE* It's finished! Drake, Deidre, amazing.

Okay, so I'm finished with my being all nerdy. I'm off tomorrow, which makes me smile and then I only work a half of a day on Friday, which makes me smile even more. Do I sense jealous readers?

Well, I'm having stomach cramps. I hate being a woman sometimes...later my lurves.

Confessions of a lazy bum.

I napped and did absolutely nothing today. It's been such a productive day. So I have nothing to say...just that I'm sleepy from all the "hard work" I've done today.

So there's my post. Don't get too excited.

Personal DNA.

Advocating Inventor
My Personal DNA Report

sigh.

It finally rained today. And did it rain. Considering that it hasn't rained in over a month, it's something we totally needed. I just wish I had been able to truly enjoy the rain. I love playing in the rain. Something so soothing about the process of making an ass out of yourself while the moisture falls from the sky. I wouldn't necessarily call it playing, it's more of a quick jog outside just to get wet. But I love it, and it reminds me of times spent with my best friend. The thunder always makes me jump, but the lightening still has me in a state of awe. I heart the rain, plain and simple.

Today has been a crappy day, the rain kind of being a reflection of that. I can't seem to get rid of the headache I awoke to this morning, and well to put it into simple terms, I feel like shit. So much so, I came home from work and crashed in my un-made bed and awoke with the same headache two hours later. So yeah. Not feeling the greatest, and I've taken 2 goody powders, with no pain relief in site. I think I should really see a doctor. My headaches are back with a vengeance, and visiting more often. Goody powders are like my crack, but not with the same high. But it would be nice. :)

I'm so thankful to have tomorrow off. I can sleep in and maybe just maybe feel better. I don't have a damn thing planned. And I kind of like the idea of just being lazy.

Peace.

Better Safe, than Fucked.

OMG, so this lady goes into labor while I'm at work today. Let me repeat myself, because I really think this deserves repeating. A mego preggo lady goes into labor while I'm at work. Granted, I'm on my lunch break, goofing off with some great kids, and I totally missed the commotion. But seriously if you're with child and huge and can barely walk. I don't think shopping is for you. The ambulance had to come, and well I guess she had a baby today. Or if she's totally fucked herself with karma, she's still in labor and the epidural totally rejected her. And well, she's begging God to strike her dead. And well, do you blame her? I've never had children, but something tells me it's painful, and something you want to experience while under the influence of some powerful drugs. And for those women, who offer their bodies to other women who can't conceive a child, more power to you! I think I'll just stick with my furry babies for the time being.

I saw Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby on Friday night. So funny. And living in Bristol for a good portion of my life, made the movie ten times funnier. Nascar fans are humorous, and well just watch the movie. It's definitely a must see. My favorite line, goes something like..."Well we invented the missionary position (Americans). You're welcome." And Will Ferrell in a Crystal Gayle shirt. Glorious. It's sad, that I knew who was on the shirt before most people in the theater. I blame my grandmother, and all those nights she made us watch the Grand Ole Opry with her. I'm scarred for life. I'm being totally serious. The quickest way to get two children to fall asleep...sit them in front of the TV while watching Porter Wagoner and Dolly Parton singing a duet, or I'm almost ashamed to admit this...watching re-runs of Hee-Haw. Roy Clark still gives me nightmares.

Anyway, Megan's gone. And it's pretty lonely around here. Dreaded football season is around the corner. I like the game, but gees, my family is obsessed.

*yawns* Must get sleep. Later kids.

So if you learned anything from this post...WEAR A CONDOM.

Happy Birthday Abby!

Abigail Inez

My little diva turned 5.

Trip on your own time.

I'm in need of a serious pick me up. I'm not even sure how I got this way today. First of all, it's hot. And well, the AC at work no longer works. So nine hours in the heat, makes me one cranky bitch. So excuse me for wanting to go home to a nice air conditioned house on time. I'm glad I can control my anger for the most part. Why do people feel the need to patronize others, when given the slightest bit of power? Power trips, don't become you. This fist, your face, be there.

So it's Tax Free Weekend in Texas. Joy. Basically all items of clothing and necessities (for example diapers) aren't taxed. Cool beans. It amazes me how many people go grocery shopping, with the thought of not having to pay tax. Ummm, in Texas you never pay tax on grocery items. Why the sudden urge to go now, on one of the busiest shopping weekends of the year? People amaze me. Some bright people I live around, here in the Lonestar state. I really hate to kill their excitement buzz, but it's so damn funny to see their reactions. Like I just fed myself to the wolves for nothing?

So a nice hot shower later...I'm ready for bed.

Then Megan leaves us. So sad.

Happy Birthday Rusty!

Sir RussellMy baby turned 3.

Don't Rain on My Parade.

I want to update. But I have nothing to say. Imagine that. Me with nothing to say? It's amazing. I'm off tomorrow, and well why does it have to be so fucking hot? And it's August. How ridicoulus is that? The year is already half over. Silly.

I can't think of anything to say. And for some reason, I just sang that line. Imagine me singing that...you can stop laughing. Now.

And on a random note. Donnie and Marie, scare me. *shivers*

So that's really all I have to say. And well...later my loves, I'm thirsty...

Nude Day!!!!

Zanne will go to jail for ... Celebrating nude day 'What sexual activity will you go to jail for?' at QuizUniverse.com

I stole this from Bezy!